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⠀done were the days of cowering in fear at any threat; a lesson he should have learned during the Cell Games. . . but a lesson learned, nonetheless.

⠀the blood began to pump like wild, leaving the saiyan with a spring in his step as the stranger drew closer. . .

⠀closer. . .

⠀closer. . .

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⠀

⠀oculars stern their focus toward the one responsible for shattering the sound barrier for what seemed to be dozens of times over. . .

⠀🡲 INNER DIALOGUE. . .

⠀〝 that ki signature.. it's getting closer. and it's massive. . . 〞

🡲 END OF INNER DIALOGUE. . .

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⠀of latent potential, yet to be tapped, buried just beneath the stranger's surface.

⠀if they were a threat to his home. . . he certainly might have his work cut out for him; but the prospect of a strong opponent, for once, excited him.

⠀like father, like son. . .

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ ??????? ] 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 : 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄 𝟐 :

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 .ᐟ
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⠀
may be selective.

⠀

⠀“ Black Star, hmm... ” . . . his mind's drawing blanks.

⠀ “ Well, I don't believe we've ever met— but the name's Gohan. ”

⠀so much for a peaceful morning. a heaving sigh trickles from the hybrid's lips, his shoulders slumping over as he looks toward the stranger.

⠀" sorry, but do I know you? "